I was gone for 4 days last week and while I had a complete blast at BlogPaws I missed home.
I’ve always been a homebody.
Home is where my family is.
Home is where my bed is.
Home is where my dogs are.
I love home and home loves me and I love home even more when I know that it and all of its occupants missed me when I was gone.
I know Gracie missed me because she sent me a text every morning and every night telling me so.
I know Bobby missed me when I saw him for the first time after 4 days and he had the biggest smile on his face that I’ve seen in quite awhile and he actually hugged me out in public.
I know my husband missed me, just buy the relieved look on his face and the enormous pile of laundry that was sitting there waiting for me to fold it, and the mail unopened but separated out into piles all over the kitchen table, and he gave me a big kiss.
I know that Sherman missed when he just melted when I waked in the door and rolled over on his belly for a belly rub.
It’s been 4 days since anyone has rubbed my belly and wiped my slobber!
I knew Leroy missed me by the look in his eyes.
He didn’t know what to do at first.
Should he jump on me and slather me with slobbery kisses, grab the nearest shoe and do a happy dance, or should he grab the ever-so intriguing dog toy that was sticking out of my bag.
Of course because he’s Leroy, he opted for a combination of all of them.
Grabbed the nearest shoe, happy danced towards me. dropped the shoe. Jumped up and slathered me with slobbery kisses and on the way down grabbed the ever-so intriguing toy sticking out of my bag and did happy dance #2.
I love being missed.
So how about you, does your dog miss you when you are gone for a few days. How do they show you?